(Three Months Later)
(Lukes POV)
It's been three months since me and Selena went to Nando's on our first date. I personally thought that, that was going to be the last I would see her, but a day later she texted me, apologising for having to leave early.
We've been going out since then, she was truly amazing. I would do anything for her. I'd buy her all the clothes she wants, All the food in the world, heck, if she wanted it, I'd steal the moon for her.
Today, I felt like it was time for her to meet everyone. We were having a Netflix and pizza day, and I decided to bring her around to meet everyone after we went shopping.
Me and Selena came home from shopping, me carrying the heavy bags of clothes from Forever 21 and American Apparel and underwear from Victoria Secret that I had bought her. I was sure to be broke afterwards, but if it made her happy, than it was worth it. She instantly made herself at home, taking off her shoes and jacket, leaving them on the floor for me to put away.
I kept my eyes on her as she opened the door, strutting into the sitting room, interrupting an episode of American Horror Story while she was at it. I couldn't help it, she was wearing a tight, revealing gray t-shirt dress. The neckline was v-neck, the end of the v beginning just at the start of her valley between her boobs, the back revealed her bra and thong line, and when she walked they were more visible than ever. It drived me crazy.
(Gemma's POV)
Luke and selena were coming over to watch Netflix with us. I wasn't at all excited, I hated selena so much. She literally lead Luke on that he was going to have an amazing first date with her, but she left almost straight after she arrived, feeling up a man on her way out. Luke is my best friend, and I know that if he is happy I should be too, but I can't help but to hate the girls guts.
The front Door locked over, signalling our 'Special Guest' has arrived. We all could hear their conversation from the sitting room, they weren't hiding the fact that they were home.
Selena opened the door, strutting her way inside the sitting room. Her hips were thrown side to side, her arms dropped behind her back to rest on her bum. She was trying too hard, it was completely obvious she wanted to make a first impression on the boys, but it seemed to me like she just wanted one of them to get a boner.
When she got fully inside, she walked over to the two-seater couch, standing over Ashton, telling him to get up off his seat and let a 'Lady' sit down.
"Em- no, sorry," Ashton muttered, moving his head from left and right, trying desperately to see the screen she was blocking. Selena's eyes brightened up with an idea.
"If you won't get up, then we could share!" Selena said, squealing as she plopped herself down on Ashton's lap. Wiggling her hips a bit, she fakely giggled and batted her eyelashes at him. He looked at Calum and mouthed 'Get her off me.'
"Sorry, but your place here is not on my boyfriends lap, thank you very much," Amy said, rolling her eyes at Selena. I mentally clapped for Amy, at least someone called her out.
"And sorry, who are you?" Selena asked, through gritted teeth.
"The queen of England for all you know, now get off of him," Amy said, grinning up at her.
"Where's the proof he's your boyfriend?" Selena asked, propping her hand onto Ashton's shoulder, giving it a little squeeze. Ashton looked extremely uncomfortable, he made sure his hands didn't touch her.
"The whole, sitting together, his arm around me, my head on his shoulder thingy doesn't give it away, no?" Amy pointed out.
"Nope. And anyway, he wouldn't move, so I made myself at home." Selena said, wiggling her hips, giggling more.
"Do you wanna know where the proof is that you were a stripper in your past life?" Michael's voice spoke up from the awkwardness of the silence. I hid my face in Calums arm, trying to contain my laughter as I watched Michael starting to become the sassy little diva we all know he is.
"Sure, but be prepared to be proved wrong," Selena said, crossing her legs and folding her arms in front of her chest.
"Okay, I'm sure I won't be, but here it goes. That dress was definitely a man's t-shirt you bought about four sizes too small, so that your boobs and arse would basically be hanging out. You're wiggling your hips a lot over there, hoping for a happy little Irwin, are you?And you completely ignored the fact that your boyfriend is literally outside the door and that Ash's girlfriend is sitting beside you, or were you too concentrated on your little lap dance to notice?"
Michael wiggled his eyebrows over to her, her face scrunching up in disgust.
"None of that is true. At least I get dressed up to make an impression, you're sitting over there in a pair of trackies and a band tee, your hair isn't even fully covering your forehead. What impression does that give me?" She said giggling again. This made my blood boil, Michael nearly fell into a fire about a week ago, but his face and hair still got burned and he has a scar now on his cheekbone. He was really insecure about both his hair and scar, so we were all really defensive when anybody pointed it out.
"The impression that this is my home and not yours, what the fuck would I bother getting dressed up for?" Michael giggled, Selenas stunned face amusing him. I guess he let her off with the whole hair thing, even though it probably hurt him. We all snorted or smiled widely, looking at her being called out was really a sight.
"Wait until Luke hears all about this." She slyly whispered. "Luke!" She screamed, running out to her boyfriend, her bits and bobs jumping around everywhere.
"Thanks Michael," Ashton said gratefully, standing up to high the Michael.
"No problem, You should have just pushed her off, I would."
(Luke's POV)
"Luke!" Selena screamed, running out to me.
"Babe, what happened?" I asked her, rubbing her back in comfort.
"Your friends, they don't like me," she cried out, her makeup running down her face like an ice cream melting in the sun.
"I'm sure they do, what makes you think they don't?" I asked her, wiping her tears with my sleeve, instantly regretting it.
"The one with the black hair basically called me a slut and not one person stood up for me." She sniffed.
"Babe, everyone in there has been friends for a really, really long time. When something involves one of us, we all get really defensive and automatically take our friends side. That's what they're doing, it's doesn't mean they hate you," I softly said.
"Please, Luke, just take me home," she pleaded. I nodded my head, grabbing my car keys and the bags of clothes and lead her to the car.
(Michael's POV)
"What the hell?!" Amy shouted from her seat near the window. She had her head poked out inbetween the curtains, giggling loudly.
"What is it?" Jamie asked, moving over closer to me than she already was. I guess she knew I was upset.
"Selena made Luke bring her home!" She turned around, facing us all. We all exchanged looks, Luke would be pissed when he got home.
"Are you okay?" Jamie asked, lacing her fingers through mine.
"Not really, her comment kinda hurt." I said, sighing quietly. She reached up, connecting her lips to my scar, making me smile.
"Can you two calm with the pda, thanks," Calum said, rolling his eyes at us.
We were interrupted by Luke slamming the front door, angrily making his way towards us.
"Whos going to tell me what happened with Selena?!" He boomed, fists tight by his side.
